There are good ships, and there are wood ships, The ships that sail the sea. But the best ships, are friendships, And may they always be.

May the cat eat you, and may the devil eat the cat: Consider this insult a double whammy. By saying, "Go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat," the speaker wishes that a cat gobble up his enemy like a can of Fancy Feast, and that the Devil eat them both. It's a surefire sentence to Hell. Curses are far more detailed and nuanced in Irish culture, as compared to the traditional F-bombs dropped in the U.S. Here's another popular mouthful of an insult: "May you be afflicted with itching without the benefit of scratching." Burn.

A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.

Had you English not persecuted the Catholics in Ireland ... the greatest number of them would before now have become Protestants.

May you have: No frost on your spuds, No worms on your cabbage. May your goat give plenty of milk. And if you inherit a donkey, May she be in foal.